Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Don't Trust Anyone Anymore

I heard a strange noise and tried to figure out what it was.Then I knew Molly was crying, sobbing with her breath.I knew that if I tried to get up and walk towards her, I would fall on my face.Or, if I held out my hands to her, she would knock me down.So, I repeated the previous question like a stupid drunk: "So, what about Ah Yu? Why did you go with him so easily? Why didn't you come to me first?" "I told you! He's my cousin, you idiot!" Her anger burned in tears. "When you're in trouble, you turn to your loved ones to help you. I asked him for help, and he took me to his family's farm to help with the harvest." There was a silence, and then she said coldly and suspiciously, "What do you think?" ? Am I the kind of woman who walks on two boats? I let you pursue me, and then go out with someone else?"

"No. I didn't say that." "Of course you have." Her tone sounded like a sudden realization. "You're like my father who always thinks I'm lying because he keeps lying: 'Oh, I'm not drunk.' Saying I'm not drunk when I stink and can't stand; and your stupid stories, 'I dreamed you were in Muddy Cove'. Everyone in town knows I go to Muddy Cove, and maybe you've heard the full story sitting in a tavern tonight." "No. I didn't, Molly. You have to trust me." I grabbed the blankets on the bed to straighten myself, and she turned her back on me.

"No. I don't trust you! I don't need to trust anyone anymore." She paused as if lost in thought. "You know, once upon a time when I was a little girl, before I met you," her voice calmed strangely, "at the Spring Festival, I asked my father for a few pennies to see what was on the stalls. Selling something and he slapped me and said he wouldn't be wasting money on stupid stuff and locked me in the shop and went out drinking, but I still knew how to get out. I went back to the stall to look, and there was an old man at the stall who used crystals for divination, you know how they do it. They put the crystals on a candle, and watch the reflections of all kinds of lights on your face to help you tell your fortune." She stopped down.

"I know." I echoed her silence.I knew the sort of country sorcerer she was talking about, and I'd seen lights of all colors dance across the face of a cross-eyed woman.Now I just want to see Molly clearly, thinking that if I can look her in the eyes, I can show her that I'm telling the truth.I longed to be brave enough to get up and walk up to her and try to hug her again, but she thought I was drunk and I knew I was likely to fall, but there was no way I could humiliate myself in front of her again. "A lot of girls and women come to tell their fortunes, but I don't have any money so I just watch, but then an old man noticed me, and I guess he thought I was shy. He asked me if I wanted to know my fate, and I did. Started crying because I wanted to know and had no money. Then Brina the fisherwoman laughed and said I didn't have to pay to know my fate at all because everyone already knew my fate. I'm an alcoholic daughter, will be a drunkard's wife, and beget a bunch of drunkards," she whispered. "Everyone laughed, even the old man."

"Molly," I said.I don't think she heard it. "I'm still broke," she said slowly, "but at least I know I'm not going to be the wife of an alcoholic or make friends with one." "You have to listen to my explanation. You are so unfair!" My unruly tongue slurred my words, "I..." The door was slammed shut. A sudden shiver came over me solidly, but I didn't want to lose her so easily.I got up and barely took two steps, the floor shook behind me, and I fell again and fell to my knees.I waited for a while, my head hanging like a dog.If I can still find her, I think she will not be touched by my crawling, but may kick me instead.Thinking about it, I struggled to climb back to bed.I didn't change my clothes, I just pulled the edge of the blanket over me.My vision dimmed, I closed my eyes in the darkness around me, but instead of falling asleep right away, I lay there thinking how stupid I was last summer.I'm courting a woman, thinking I'm dating a girl.I cared so much about the three-year age gap, but in all the wrong ways.I always felt like she only saw me as a boy and didn't expect me to win her heart, so I acted like an immature boy without trying to make her see me as a man.Then, the boy hurt her, yes, lied to her, and took it for granted that he lost her forever.The night fell, and the surroundings were dark, leaving only a whirlpool of sparks.

She loved the boy and foresaw the day we would live together.I cling to this spark and fall asleep. When it comes to Wit and the Skill, I suspect everyone has at least some ability.I have seen busy women get up suddenly and go to the next room when the baby just woke up.Is this not some aspect of the Skill?Or rather, I have also witnessed the wordless cooperation between the crew members who have been on the same ship for a long time.They work in silence like close companions, the ship itself becoming almost a living animal, the crew her life force.Others have a preference for certain animals and express this feeling when adorning a shield or naming a child.The Wit opened up those emotions for people, and it allowed for some experience with all animals, but folklore insists that the wit user is ultimately bound to an animal.There are some legends that describe the Wisdom user's gradual transformation into the animal form and finally into the animal, and I believe these legends dissuade children from learning about animal magic.

I woke up in the afternoon to a cold room with no fire and my sweaty clothes sticking to my skin.I stumbled downstairs to the kitchen to eat something, started shaking as soon as I got out, then went upstairs and back to my room.Lying back in bed, I was shivering from the cold.Later, someone came in and spoke to me.I don't remember the conversation, just that I was still shaking.It's not pleasant at all, but I try to ignore it as much as possible. I woke up in the evening with a fire burning in the fireplace and a neat row of logs in the coal scuttle.A little table was brought up beside my bed, covered with a threadbare fringe of embroidered cloth, and upon it lay a plate of bread, meat, and cheese.There is a large pot of brewing herbs under the table, and the oversized kettle on the fire is spraying steam, and the water can be poured into the pot when the water boils.On the other side of the fireplace, the tub and soap were laid out, and a clean nightgown lay across the foot of my bed.It's not something I've worn before, but it fits perfectly.